I have picked fruits of the finest love
for a man who I may never meet...

Emotionless shadows hang moonlight
upon blind-bashing charcoal embers...

I went to the grocery store the other day.
I didn't plan it...

You breathe winter
speaking of chilled tongues...

Autumn has taken my lungs
I breathe cities and buildings...

I feel this night will not end
because when she moves...

We see the sunlight in each other's eyes....
echoing the natural rise...

The sight of a church so large, resting
calmly so high above your eyes, mounted...

Fighting for you-
is the trickiest kind of love...

Her heart reclaims winter-
spiralling in between birth and flight...

You broke my heart,
and the worst part is...

.
hands twisted in the mud...